I’ve decided to reduce my blog posts to once a week, as I’m working on plans for a new online shop centered around my cemetery images. I may precede my shop launch with an e-book, but I’m still in the very early planning stages, so we’ll see.
And now on to this week’s image. A couple of years ago, I met up with my brother in Lanett, Alabama, to look at a rental property he had bought. Right down the street was Oakwood Cemetery, where the unusual tomb above resides.
The tomb contains the grave of Nadine Earles, who died in 1933 at age four. Nadine had contracted diphtheria and then developed pneumonia. Prior to her death, she had been excited about the playhouse her father had begun building for her as a Christmas present. According to legend, while ill she told him, “Daddy, me want it now.” After her death, her father finished the playhouse and installed it over her grave. Inside the playhouse, dolls, teddy bears, a tea set, and a bicycle keep Nadine company.
The legend also says that the inscription on her gravestone inside includes “Me want it now.” However, I photographed it, and I don’t see those words anywhere. (Though with the plethora of dolls covering the stone, it’s possible that it’s simply obscured.)
For a comprehensive look at Little Nadine’s Playhouse, check out the video below, which I found on YouTube. Although it could use some editing, it’s got good views of the inside.
This week’s last photo from Santa Fe’s Fairview Cemetery features a more ornate metal grave marker than the one I posted Tuesday. Look near the bottom of the wrought iron cross and you’ll see the name “Bob” attached to the front. Bob’s loved ones are taking good care of him, as evidenced by the bouquets and manger tableau at the marker’s base.
Following up from yesterday, here’s another photo from Fairview Cemetery in Santa Fe. Sometimes in cemeteries you’ll find a single letter set into the earth, as with this “H.” They seem to be plot markers using the first letter of the family’s surname, though I haven’t been able to confirm that. I’ve always found these letters intriguing – I like the simplicity and seeming randomness of them.
A few years ago, I had the pleasure of visiting a friend in Santa Fe. While I was there, I photographed Fairview Cemetery, a small cemetery downtown. The feel and the style was different from other cemeteries I’ve been to, with a definite Southwestern flair.
This was one of my favorite grave markers, a simple wire construction, probably handmade. I vacillated over whether the name is “Guy” or “Cuy,” as I had never heard the name Cuy before. But it does exist, so I think that’s what it is. I’d love to know the meaning and origins of this name because it’s so unusual, but information on it is scanty.
Although I haven’t come across any leprechauns to photograph, spring is also time for the fae. I found this lovely flower fairy sitting in the grass at Isle of Rest Cemetery in Carrabelle, Florida. Rather than belonging to a particular grave, she sat in the midst of it all – a soothing, serene companion to all the departed.
Myth says that St. Patrick chased all the snakes from Ireland. Science says that snakes never existed in Ireland in the first place. But if St. Patrick had chased snakes from Ireland, he probably would have yelled, “Flee away!” while doing it.
These words are part of an epitaph on a gravestone in Tallahassee’s Oakland Cemetery. I was having fun experimenting with a Lensbaby, which is an accordion-like lens that distorts an image’s edges in varying ways, depending on how you bend it. I love the blurring and sense of motion you get with a Lensbaby.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I thought it fitting to honor the holiday with this lovely Celtic cross. This is another grave marker I photographed at Riverside Cemetery in Asheville, North Carolina. Although it was a frigid January, the ivy covering the trees in the background somehow managed to survive.
For no particular reason, this week I’ve decided to go with feet as a theme. I was intrigued by these statue legs that I found lying in the grass at Isle of Rest cemetery in Carrabelle, Florida. The rest of the statue was nowhere to be found. That’s one of the reasons I titled this image, “Feet Last.”